Bare legged Kate with your natural grace And your big sad eyes and your Irish face A poor bush girl when the summer is high In the bitter days of Gundagai Bare legged Kate why do you run Down to the creek in the setting sun? Go away where the eyes of the world can't see But you can't run away from your poverty Bare legged Kate, why do you weep When the men drove by with the travelling sheep? Does the sight of the drover make you sad When you think of the father you never had? Bare legged Kate with your natural grace And your big sad eyes and your Irish face A poor bush girl when the summer is high In the bitter days of Gundagai Oh, it's well you know, there's gold in the hills But you know that the cyanide process kills Strangles the miners and cuts them down In their mean little homes in Timber Town And it's well you know, when the floods come down It's the poor by the river are the first to drown Where the wild Murrumbidgee goes roaring by Through the haunted hills of Gundagai Bare legged Kate with your natural grace And your big sad eyes and your Irish face A poor bush girl when the winter is nigh In the barren hills of Gundagai